Those Who Abused Me Cried and Begged For My Forgiveness

    "Ding dong, ding dong—" In the mist, Zhong Lingling heard a rush of doorbell, as if urging.

    She was so annoyed that she hummed a few times, turned over and lay directly under the quilt, covering her head with a pillow.

    Even so, the crisp doorbell was still persistent, disturbing her fragile brain.

    "Ah! Who is it this early in the morning!" Zhong Ling's spiritual energy exploded, and a gulu carp sat up straight, staring aggressively in the direction of the door.

      s home.

    The floor was covered with an off-white long-haired carpet, and the bed sheets and bedding turned out to be pink, which made her eyes jump.

    What's even more bizarre is that there is a mirror embedded in the ceiling, just above the big bed, and you can see that you just woke up and didn't wash your teeth, brush your hair, and brush your hair. Sample.

    Zhong Lingling: "..." subconsciously pulled the quilt to cover herself.

    There was a dull pain in the skull, Zhong Lingling pressed the sore temple, and the explosive pictures from last night exploded in front of him frame by frame.

    Ambiguity and madness, she finally remembered that she was in the bar last night, and she also won the title of Queen of "Night" and got a one-night stay in a five-star hotel right.

    After she got off the stage, because of the violent dance moves, the alcohol was full of alcohol, and soon she was drunk and unconscious.

    It was the bodyguard who brought her out of the bar to the hotel.

    Zhong Lingling slapped her head: "It's over, I was too drunk last night, let him go first, it seems that no one has paid the final payment yet."

    She glanced down and found that she was still wearing yesterday's sequined tight hip skirt, except for the headache caused by the hangover, there was nothing unusual on her body, and she was relieved.

    It seems that it is very useful to find a reliable bodyguard who can fight. Zhong Lingling has to praise her wit.

    "Sorry sorry—" Opened the door, what caught my eye was not a 1.9 meter tall man in black clothes and sunglasses from the Northeast, but a handsome and gentle man who smiled a little An unfamiliar face that looks like a creampie.

    There is a small tug that is about the size of a baby's fist in the back of the head. It is not greasy, but it is very cute and playful.

    Zhong Lingling frowned slightly: "You are..."

    "Don't remember?" The man's tone was regretful, but his smile remained unchanged, giving a very comfortable and warm feeling, "Sure enough, beautiful princesses can't remember common people. ."

    Zhong Lingling: "..." I like to hear this.

     Her head flashed and her eyes widened: "You were the bartender last night!"

    It's not because she has a bad memory, but in the turbid environment last night, people are always vague. In addition, he wore a black vest and suit pants to work yesterday, very much like the black butler in the anime.

    Zhong Lingling blushed and felt her legs go weak when she saw it. She wanted to give him a pair of white gloves.

    And today, in casual sportswear, white sneakers, with a refreshing smile and smiling eyebrows, she looks like the big brother next door.

    It seems that you will ask, "Lingling, how is your school today?"

    The difference is huge!

    Zhong Lingling tutted twice: "It is said that women have two faces before and after makeup, and you men change a set of clothes to change a piece of skin."

    "But they're all handsome!" She touched her chin, rested her head with her hands, leaned her elbows against the door, her soft body folded into enchanting curves, raised her eyebrows and winked, "Little Handsome guy, why did you come to me at this time? Do you want to worry about food and clothing from now on?"

    "I'm here to give you this." The little bartender picked up the paper bag in his hand, which was the coat Zhong Lingling took off last night.

    Probably the bodyguard didn't know where he was, so he didn't look for it.

    "Thank you so much." Zhong Lingling took the bag with a smile, still blocking the door, without the slightest intention of letting the bartender in, raised her eyebrows and looked at him, as if asking, is there anything else? ? If it's all right, you can say goodbye.

    The small bar saw that she was still wearing yesterday's skirt, the makeup on her face was a bit smudged, her eyes were blurred, and she seemed to have not woken up, so she knew that she had come too early, and shrugged. Shoulder: "It's okay."

    After a pause, he added: "Remember to keep the membership card from last night. This card will not be sold or transferred. I hope there will be a chance to meet again." He stepped back slightly, gentleman Full of etiquette.

    "That's natural." Zhong Lingling likes the night, although the atmosphere last night was unpredictable, people are old, and I'll be satisfied once I'm happy, but I occasionally go to drink and drink , Bubble man, you can still have it.

    When Zhong Lingling squinted and smiled, she looked very much like a fox who had lived for thousands of years and had already become a spirit.

    Seductive without knowing it.

    After sending off the little bartender, the smile suddenly stiffened on his face, so sleepy!

    She didn't even have time to go to bed, she threw herself directly on the double sofa, ready to fall asleep again, closed her eyes and slowed her breath, a faint sour smell spread on the tip of her nose .

    "!" is the smell I got in the bar last night. It smells so bad that I can't sleep.

     Drunkenness has such a sequelae, and my body is soft and does not want to move, but at this time it is obviously more comfortable to take a bath.

    At this time, if you have a caring baby, help yourself to drain water, gently hold yourself to the bathroom, rough big hands press every sore and soft part of the body, hoarse voice in Whispering words of love in my ears... These little days have been fun.

    Zhong Lingling was dreaming a beautiful dream.

    Sure enough, the hot water irritated the skin, the soreness gradually overflowed as the pores opened, and most of the discomfort disappeared.

    Just as she was about to fall asleep, there was a persistent knock on the door.

    Zhong Lingling: "…"

    If it was still hot water, Zhong Lingling would never get up, but at this time the water temperature had also dropped, she pouted, pulled the bathrobe aside and put it on, pulled a white towel and rubbed it hard hair.

    After opening the door, I saw the little bartender.

    Zhong Lingling wondered: "What am I left behind?"

    The little bartender raised his hand, a smell of food spread in the air, straight into Zhong Lingling's nose.

    Zhong Lingling, who hadn't eaten much since last night and drank a lot of alcohol, smelled the smell, her saliva was about to come down, and her stomach started to growl.

    People are so kind, and it's not good to stop them from outside.

    Zhong Lingling sucked the saliva, trying her best to restrain the drool, and couldn't wait to get out of the way: "Thank you, come in."

    The little bartender glanced at her, who was only wrapped in a nightgown, and the smiling gentleman was charming: "It's not so good."

    "There's nothing wrong." Zhong Lingling wiped her hair vigorously, and a drop of cold water fell on the little bartender's arm, which made his heart tremble, "Although it's a nightgown, But it's more than the little skirt I wore yesterday."

    Besides, I want to wear what I want to wear, how I like to wear it, and there is no dew point, what is not good.

    "...That's true." The bartender was no longer polite, and when he walked in, he saw two patent leather low-heeled boots lying on the ground, far away, and the bed was in chaos. He looked away calmly and put breakfast on the table.

    He bought soup dumplings and siomai, as well as a hot bowl of eight-treasure porridge.

    It is just right to eat after a hangover, it does not hurt the stomach and tastes good.

    Sure enough, when I opened the bag, the sour taste spread, which made the mouth full of water, and the feeling of hunger became stronger and stronger.

    Zhong Lingling swallowed unconsciously: "Have you eaten?"

    Seeing her eyes bright and wishing to swallow the box, the bartender dared to grab it from her mouth: "I've eaten it, this is for you."

    "Ah, you are such a good person!" Zhong Lingling cheered, sat down immediately, took chopsticks impatiently, took a crystal clear sugar bag, raised his neck and took a bite, then slipped out. Suck it, the fragrant juice fills the whole mouth, the aroma of fat is matched with the refreshing taste of green onions, it is a perfect match!

    "Be careful of being hot!" The little bartender exclaimed, only to find that Zhong Lingling didn't feel hot at all, instead she squinted at him and the corners of her lips curved.

    Such a delicate face, but a ruthless iron mouth, the little bartender silently watched her eat.

    Ah, deliciousness dances on the tongue.

    Although Zhong Lingling has specially studied cooking for Jane Chengxuan, and does a good job.

    But she is always sloppy when she eats herself.

    Because Jian Chengxuan's Bai Yueguang is a shriveled white chicken with no chest,

    Although she is not fat by nature, she is bumpy and upturned. Compared with the porridge and side dishes like Bai Yueguang, she is simply a royal banquet.

    In order to be more like Bai Yueguang, Zhong Lingling ate less.

    But she is not fat at all, she is born with such a physique, and she has not lost much weight in three years.

     Later, I went to the gym, and I also exercised the vest line. When my body is tight, I can probably see smooth muscle lines.

    It belongs to the little leopard who is not obvious but full of inner strength!

    In addition, she had previously learned Jeet Kune Do and practiced boxing for a while, a bartender like this, can knock over two with one punch.

    Zhong Lingling is happy in her heart, but because Jane Chengxuan doesn't like it, no one knows.

      People are obsessed with the intense collision of forces.

    The eight-treasure porridge was boiled very softly, the rice had already bloomed, and it was a little sticky in the mouth.

    There is no sugar in the porridge, but the tip of the tongue tastes a light sweetness, which is the taste of the dates and beans themselves, very satisfying.

    Zhong Lingling was so hungry that she didn't care to entertain the bartender, so she devoured it and started to eat.

    The little bartender sat aside, squinting and smiling, watching her eat.

    The first time I saw her, I felt that this woman was like an elf crawling out of a pool of desire. Every move was like scratching on the apex of a person's heart.

    But one night, she didn't do anything indecent except for snoring, and even quietly rejected many men's invitations. Especially after being drunk, those beautiful big eyes actually faded a little bit of charm, and under the dim yellow light, there was a pure water light.

     Drunkenness will reveal the true nature of a person, and at that moment, he was a little curious about this woman.

    At this time, I saw her with a pure face, eating something she liked, with a bright smile on her face, like a flower, suddenly blooming, with a strong fragrance and bright colors, Graceful and graceful, people can't accurately describe the beauty in words.

    These are her, the real her.

     Halfway through the meal, the doorbell rang again.

    The bartender froze for a moment: "Is someone coming to pick you up?"

    Zhong Lingling stretched out the tip of her small tongue and licked the porridge stains at the corner of her mouth. She shook her head blankly and said, "No."

    Where did she come from? If someone picks up, there is no need to find a bodyguard.

    But—could it be a bodyguard?

    "You eat, I'll go out and have a look." The little bartender glanced at the bathrobe on her, got up and didn't leave, but asked first.

    "Thank you then." Zhong Lingling was addicted to food and couldn't extricate himself. He just thought he saved himself trouble, so he let him go.

    "Boom—" A heavy humming sound hit the ground, which startled Zhong Lingling, the soup on the chopsticks fell into the vinegar bowl, and the juice splashed everywhere.

     Immediately afterwards, a familiar cold voice sounded.

    "Who are you? Where is Zhong Lingling?"

    Such a gloomy and low voice, not Ruan Xinghe, who else could it be? !